A Charger, A Secretary, And Our Final Straw

When we're in a meeting during an overtime shift, Jazmine Garcia's secretary, Alvin Bauer, whisks a powerbank from her bag, as if it's the most natural thing to do in this world.

Jazmine merely glances at him. She opts not to comment anything and just continue the meeting instead.

The next morning, I hand over a divorce agreement that I've just printed. Jazmine chucks it into the trash can impatiently.

"All this just because Alvin used my powerbank?"

I nod for a moment before shaking my head.

"It's because he never told you that he wanted to use your powerbank, and yet he took it from your bag in a natural manner. On top of that, you didn't stop him from using your powerbank, too."

Jazmine shoots me a nasty glance at my words. Then, she drops her signature onto the divorce agreement before throwing it at my face.

"You really have too much free time on your hands! All you do is pay attention to such menial matters and picking fights with me over them!

"I've already signed the divorce agreement! I'll have you know that since you have the guts to bring up divorce, you should be ready to suffer from the consequences! I will never go back to you!"

Jazmine and I are childhood friends, and our relationship has spanned for more than 20 years. She refuses to believe that I'll give up on our relationship over such a petty matter in such a short time.

But the straw that ends up crushing the camel is never the final straw.

Jazmine Garcia slammed the door behind her as she left and ignored all of my calls and text messages. She was certain that I would be the first to give in and compromise.

That was why she kept acting as arrogant and high-and-mighty as ever, planning only to accept my apology if she was in a good mood.

However, all I wanted was for her to sign the asset division settlement.

Since she refused to talk to me, I sent the agreement back home instead to let both our parents talk it out.

I thought that we wouldn't be crossing paths again after this. However, that evening, HR came to me and said, "Colin, there's a dinner tonight, and Ms. Garcia said that everyone in the company is to attend.

"She specifically mentioned your name and said that you were not allowed to excuse yourself. Otherwise, all of your sales bonuses will be cancelled for the year."

I didn't want to put my wallet on the line, so I just packed some of my things up before driving over to the dinner venue. Yet, before I'd even stepped in, I heard Jazmine playfully saying, "Sure. If you can top the sales for next month, then I'll fulfill one of your wishes. It can be anything."

"Anything?"

I saw through the glass in the door to the private dining room that Jazmine was sitting in the corner, her